An angel touches down some ways away on the lawn, looking a bit bedraggled and, well, rather wet. Have we mentioned that it's raining out? Well, it wasn't a moment ago but now it is. There's nothing quite like having the sky decide to actually open up just as you're coming in for a landing but the angel in question doesn't seem to be ( Read more... )

The newest arrival has many noteworthy features; his vaguely Scottish accent, curly reddish hair, pointed ears, and  oddly old-fashioned clothing, but it is his height that first strikes one. He can't be much more than four foot three. It makes perfect sense to him. His famous father was the tallest hobbit in history so it is only right that his ( Read more... )

She wanders in casually, clad in well-worn overalls and sneakers, both with doodles along the edges. Her hair is clean but unadorned, falling loose and casually tucked behind her ears, as is her face, completely makeup free. There's something genuinely pretty, in a charming down-to-earth way, about her ( Read more... )

*Enter a young man, his nose in a book of John Donne's poems -- probably borrowed from his father's library. He pauses, suddenly noticing he's not in his room at home, and looks up, blushing a bit*

...Er, hello? I'm Remy. You probably know my brother Georges.

Typist: Presenting Remy Pontmercy, the youngest one of the Pontmercy kids. (He's ( Read more... )

She is lovely, to be sure (and so very much like her mother) -- a dainty thing with a doll-like face, a halo of golden curls, and a tiny mouth set in a non-chalant pout as she surveys the room.

"Well." Her voice is soft, hypnotic, and painfully articulate -- so very much like her mother...

Typist: Pammy Buchanan, the canonical young daughter of ( Read more... )

And thus did the mansion tremble with fear - for the kitchen had been raided and there was now copious amounts of food and drinks (alcoholic and not) arranged on tables around the main room ( Read more... )

Tall and lanky are about as good of a description for this one as they were for his brother. He's a little too thin, really, looking just short of entirely healthy in the right light and looking entirely unperturbed by that fact. Unlike his brother, he is not currently smoking and he didn't get stoned before heading in here, either. How boring ( Read more... )

There's a rustle of feathers overhead, a swooping shadow, and Persis touches down, her large white wings outspread behind her. A young woman in her early twenties, she's clothed in tight-fitting leather trousers and a backless shirt (all the better for flying in), heavily jewelled bracelets around both her wrists and an amber Kiss jewel glinting ( Read more... )